It all came so, so close to perfection.
Too often Coors Field acts like an inhibitor, blocking the signal and halting the process of consideration before it can even begin.
Rocktober and a stable of young starters vs. the likely MVP and a parade of relievers.
The 1999 Mets are haunting me. Mike Kinkade keeps leaping out from corners to shout “Boo!” as I walk with four iced coffees. Jermaine Allensworth whispers my deepest darkest insecurities in my ear every night as I try to sleep. It’s rather rude. I tolerate this because they were members of the first baseball team…